Do you remember Marvin the Paranoid Android, singing a lullaby?
I have no idea why I suddenly do.


As I lay me down to sleep,
try to count electric sheep,
how I hate the night.

Funny what we remember from decades ago.

I am suffering very severe trauma and despair.

Isn't it funny how my therapist did a test on me that showed I was suffering trauma and despair several years before the church really took to destroying me? 06 or 07 I think.
I think she would be surprised that I am alive, well actually I am not. No human being would withstand what I have been through.

I dreamed about the farm last night, I guess grief has to come out some way or other, doesn't it?